No point in doing a disclaimer, got one in every chapter before this one!

LOL

Anyhoo, soz for taking FOREVER to write this chapter, as i'm also writing a few other stories, like another chap for Killer Fairies, and i'm writing 2 new fics - a Sev Snape one and a King Arthur one...oh and i'm writing the death scene for this one....WHOOPS I JUST TOTALLY STUFFED UP!!! OH WELL AT LEAST YOU DONT KNOW WHO'S DYING!!! MWHAHAHAA I LOVE CLIFFIES!!!

Ok....................

Oh and here's my response to reviews:

Nikki Evans: OMG I KNOW! TOM SUCKS! And thankyou

Galadriel Evenstar: Much better than your last review

Trumpet-Geek: 'Harry rox my face off' - interesting way of putting the fact that you love him...to death.....

really-big-HP-freak: Yeah, it was heaps of fun writing the chapter, i'm glad you like it!

Nikki Evans (again...lol): Well, to Hermione, it'll be a Potter, but Malfoy is the actual father

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really-big-HP-freak (again): er.....ever heard of the word 'desperado?'.....

And the rest is answered in this chap

Here's chap 7 for Broken by MTLTMMB OR Tigerlily Tinuviel

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"HARRY!" screamed Hermione as he fell slowly to the ground. She and the rest of the Gryffindors rushed over to him.

"It's ok, he's fine," said Ron reassuringly to the Gryffindor crowd as he turned Harry over onto his back, but his calm, collected expression soon dropped into a slightly nauseous-looking one. His ribs were obviously broken, as his chest was oddly shaped, and his nose looked as if it were broken too. Just as he was about to conjure a stretcher to take him to the Hospital Wing on, Professor McGonagall had raced over to see what was happening.

"What on earth happened here?" she asked severely. Malfoy looked as if he was going to say something, but Hermione cut across him.

"Malfoy, Professor, punched up Harry and – and did Advolvo, and-and...yeah..." she finished rather lamely. McGonagall pursed her lips for a moment, and then asked:

"Did Potter retaliate?"

"Well, yeah, what did you expect him to do?" said Hermione indignantly. McGonagall nodded as though she agreed.

"Mr Malfoy, a weeks worth of detention and fifty points from Slytherin," said McGonagall, but unfortunately, she saw Hermione sigh in relief that Harry would not be receiving any punishment. She turned towards Harry's limp figure.

"And when Mr Potter wakes up, he can have a weeks worth of detention and fifty points deducted also," she snapped . The Gryffindors groaned, but all the same, he did deserve it. Malfoy was sporting a nasty bruise on his cheek and his nose was bleeding rather heavily. He tried his best attempt at a smirk, but his own punishment was bad enough to make him grumble for weeks. McGonagall walked back to the castle, emerald robes billowing dramatically behind her.

Ron muttered a conjuring spell under his breath and a stretcher popped out of thin air and placed Harry on it. He, Hermione, and Ginny took Harry down to the Hospital Wing.

When they arrived, Madam Pomfrey frowned.

"Honestly, what's Potter done this time?" she asked disapprovingly. Ron explained while she checked him over. She began muttering to herself.

"Oh dear, a few broken ribs, nose most likely fractured, honestly Potter..."

They let her tend to Harry while they waited patiently outside. Hermione was jumping up and down on the balls of her feet, anxious about Harry's condition. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, Madam Pomfrey called them to come in.

"Harry, you're awake! How do you feel?" asked Hermione gleefully.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering what he was going to say, but ended up with:

"Like I've had the crap beaten out of me," he replied truthfully. "But it's all good, cause Malfoy got what he finally deserved." He smiled weakly, reminiscing over the past events.

"When can I be out of here, Madam Pomfrey?" he asked inquiringly. She half-shrugged.

"Well...most likely tomorrow, but I'm not sure, you broke almost all your ribs! And you won't be able to do anything rough, like Quidditch for about three weeks," she replied, pityingly as she saw his smile fade quickly.

"What? Three weeks?" he asked, disbelieving her last statement. She nodded.

"I'm sorry Potter, but it's the way it has to be," she replied. Harry groaned, this was appalling. If he couldn't play Quidditch for three weeks, he couldn't train until one week before the first match, which was against Slytherin.

"And – and Harry, there's something else too..." began Hermione, and Harry looked up. "Well...you've got a weeks - worth of detentions and – and fifty points from Gry-Gryffindor..."

Harry was furious. First no Quidditch, now detention for a week? It was so unfair. But then again, he thought, it was worth watching Malfoy get punched up, and it gave him even greater joy knowing it was he who did it.

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The next day, Harry was out of the Hospital Wing, and was eating a full breakfast at the Gryffindor table when he was approached by a rather frustrated-looking Professor McGonagall.

"Potter, your first detention is tonight with Mr Filch. He will be supervising, but Professor Snape will tell you what exactly you are doing," she said shortly. Harry groaned – Snape and Filch were his two least favourite teachers at Hogwarts. She continued.

"And, Mr Malfoy will be serving his detention with you also, due to the fact that the work you are doing needs to be done by more than one person." Harry turned around to look at Malfoy at the Slytherin. He looked just as annoyed as Harry did.

She walked off briskly leaving a very cantankerous Harry behind. He turned back to Ron and Hermione.

"How can she let me do detention with that slug?" he asked bitterly. Ron's expression clearly read 'Hear, hear!', but Hermione's was an anxious one.

"I'm just more worried that you two will kill each other!" said Hermione uneasily.

"You worry too much, Hermione," teased Harry, who promptly received a friendly punch in the shoulder from her.

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Harry waited outside Filch's office patiently. He had been there for at least a quarter of an hour, but he didn't mind – it was better than finishing Snape's essay.

"Alright there, Potter?" said a drawling voice behind him. He turned to see his least favourite person in the world. Malfoy.

"Just peachy," replied Harry, with a tiny hint of sarcasm in his voice. There was a BANG behind him, he turned, and saw Filch bursting through his office door looking very pleased with himself. Snape followed him, his usual black robes flapping in the breeze. He turned to Harry and Malfoy.

"Potter, Malfoy," he said, addressing them coldly. "Tonight you will be looking for the Pityrin plant, it only grows in the Forest and I need it for a very important potion you shall be making in your NEWT exams.

"Here is," - he put a pale, slender hand into a fold in his robe and pulled out a piece of parchment - "a picture of the plant, and its distinct identity is written here also."

He gave the piece of parchment to Malfoy, who pocketed it.

Filch handed each of them a lantern, then began walking down the pathway, and they followed him. They stopped when they arrived at the opening of the Forest.

"Now, you know what Snape said, so go find the damn plant. I'll see you at dawn..." he said nastily, before strolling off chuckling to himself.

"Come on, then," said Harry, leading the way into the dense forest. Malfoy opened his mouth, and looked as if he was going to say something, but Harry ignored him - Malfoy only hurled insults or boasted and neither of those seemed appealing at the time.

The forest was very dark, and an eerie feel to it, but Harry had been in there almost every year since he had come to Hogwarts, so he was used to it. On the other hand, Malfoy had only been there twice and therefore was not used to it – quite the opposite in fact. Harry only had to take one sly glance at him to tell him that Malfoy was terrified. He did not show it in his face, but his eyes were darting back and forth, obviously waiting to be attacked. Harry looked down a little and saw Malfoy's hand in his pocket, gripping his wand very tightly. He laughed to himself.

"What's funny? "demanded Malfoy. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh, only the fact that you look like you're about to piss yourself," he said mockingly. A slight pink tinge appeared in Malfoy's cheeks.

"Shutup, Potter," he said embarrassedly. "You think you're so good, don't –"but he stopped in mid-sentence as they heard a pounding rhythm ahead of them. Harry held up a hand to silence him. They both took out their wands carefully.

"Harry, what is it?" asked Malfoy, sounding absolutely petrified as to what could be in the bushes. Harry half-shrugged, having no idea what it was either, but all the same he was ready to attack.

"Harry!" he squealed, positively terrified, as he was hiding behind Harry. Harry rolled his eyes again; he was being ever so stupid. The pounding was getting louder...they were coming closer...and then –

CRASH!

A herd of centaurs charged out from behind the bush, running straight in their direction. Harry pulled Malfoy by his collar, and they threw themselves to the side, very closely missing the centaurs' path.

"Well, you can't say that wasn't interesting..." muttered Harry under his breath, smiling to himself. He had finally seen Malfoy be a wimp – something he had been holding out for his entire life. Malfoy's expression was disbelieving – interesting?

"Oh so interesting, we only almost got killed by a herd of half-breeds!" said Malfoy, rather hysterically, looking as if he was about to cry because he was so scared. Harry burst out laughing, he couldn't contain himself. Malfoy gave him the evil eye, and they got up and continued walking to find the Pityrin plant. Malfoy grabbed Harry's shoulder, making him stop, and Harry turned around.

"Umm...Harry, could you please not tell anyone what happened tonight..."he whispered, looking very ashamed of himself.

"Of course not, as long as you don't hurt Hermione, I won't tell," he replied kindly – kindly? What the hell you are doing, he thought. Being nice to Malfoy gets you nowhere in life. Ah well, best be off. And so they continued on to find the plant.

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OOOh so Mr Malfunction isn't so cocky after all?

Next chap: No idea....but the end will be a cliffie!!

MTLTMMB stands for Maddy Tigerlily Luthien Tinuviel Moo Moo Bloom - my full name...except for the moo moo part!

ps to amanda and vicki (you know who you are): don't reveal the plot or else I WILL KILL YOU!!!! Like seriously

ps to the little asterisk above - if you're smart, you'll figure out that i often lie... :)